SLEEP TIGHT

"Alysha, go to bed!"

She stood up tall in all her 5 foot 6 inch frame. All 120 pounds of her. She stared up at me.

"But dad..."

"Don't 'but dad' me! I know you're just home from college. But you know it's time. How we do things. I'll be in when you've done your teeth and are in bed."

"Sorry, daddy."

I cleared the dishes and went up to her bedroom.

"Teeth done?"

"Yes, daddy."

"Been pee?"

"Yes, daddy."

"Special nightie?"

"Yes, daddy."

"I know you don't need me to be strict, but it's always good to reinforce what's important. It's discipline."

"Yes, I know, daddy."

"So, how are you? How has your first semester been? Are you making friends?"

"Some. There's a boy I like. Tommy."

"That's nice. What's he like?"

She described him, but not enthusiastically. As if something were missing.

"A nice smile eh? That's sweet. A bit immature? I can picture that. He would have so little experience at his age. No sisters? Well in that case he must be out of his depth."

"I guess so", she seemed to be thinking as she snuggled down in bed.

"Does he have a good cock?"

"I don't know."

Ah, so that was it. I suspected so. She's a one cock girl.

"I'll fold mine here. I haven't seen them beside yours since before you went to college. It's a nice memory!"

"Mmmm". She smiled.

"Squeeze over. This bed is so little. Perhaps I'll get a double bed for us when you come home next."

She shifted to the side and I slipped in. The little bed sagged under my 280 pounds like it always did. And she rolled into the middle against me like she always did. Nice.

We were in our favorite snuggle. Her slight body against my left side, turned into me, head on my chest, tongue tip easily flicking at my left nipple while her right hand drew lazy circles through my chest hair and down my broad hairy belly, ready to dip lower to my crotch when the yen took her or me. Her left thigh thrown across my thighs rubbed sweetly against my turgid cock. Not yet fully erect, but lengthening, broadening and gazing its one weeping eye up at her.

"I like lying here with you. Happy memories."

She smiled up at me.

"Dad, can I tell you something?"

"Of course."

And then it all came out. She told what she was missing at college. Of how she got lonely at night. And how glad she was to be home again. She missed our times together from last year. A special year.

"I know. I miss it too, like you miss it. No one at college. No one come's close. And you can't imagine getting it from anyone else. I can understand that. I know you, and you know me. We fit each other."

She was almost trembling with relief that I understood. I told her it was to be expected.

"I think it was the right thing to take a gap year before you started college. I'm glad I made that plan. You were still too young. Out of school but a late developer. In certain ways. We both worked and just hung out when we weren't working. We got to know each other as adults. To know each other properly for the first time. To learn to help each other. Now you're my helper and I'm yours. In so many ways. So it's natural to miss each other. But we're here now."

She nodded enthusiastically.

"You had turned eighteen, left school, gotten a job, and started to feel like an adult. But you were so innocent, inexperienced and in such a hurry. You wanted to learn new things. Grown up things. Like about men."

Snuggled up to my naked hairy masculine bulk she was starting to fidget. I held her close, leaned down and kissed her. She started to pull the sheet down. But I stopped her.

"Lie still, honey. Leave the sheet. Yes I do like looking at you. And you like looking at me. And yes it's easier. But we'll keep it over both of us. I like your head on my shoulder, squeezing up close. Your lips look nice."

"Oh, ok", she pouted, but brightened when I gave her another kiss, a lingering open mouthed kiss. She kissed me back with a sigh. She was wearing my favorite scent. I broke the kiss with difficulty.

"About men. We had never talked about them before. I think mom and you had but you wanted to learn more, and in any case she's not with us now. How would a man kiss you. Things like that. You were very nervous. And so vulnerable. But very determined. First I just showed you how to cuddle. I thought it would end there. Then how to kiss. And that would be it. Then use your tongue."

She reached up and showed me.

"Yes like that. And so many more lessons. You got good so quickly."

Aly had grown so fast and learned so much last year that her understanding of herself couldn't keep up. A bit like when her body was developing during puberty. She didn't really understand what was happening. Well, it was sort of the same last year as she learned about men and love and sex. And now it was my job to help her understand what happened to her during that memorable year.

"You were so impatient. You wanted to learn as much as you could as soon as you could. You knew it would take forever to learn it from boys your age. You were so shy, or thought you were. The other girls at school were way ahead of you in that department. You worried about fitting in at college."

"So it was only natural. You pushed me to show you more and more. After cuddling and kissing, you wanted to see my penis. It was almost like a science project. You were so serious. You even took notes. So funny!"

"Daaaaad!! You're laughing at me. You don't understand..."

"But I do. I wasn't laughing at you. In fact I was really nervous myself, and that's why I made fun of the situation. Imagine a dad showing his daughter his penis! That is really weird. But it was important to you so I gave in."

"It's not weird. Lot's of girls want to see their dad's penis. We talk about it all the time. But most girls don't get to do it except by accident. I really wanted to learn."

"Well you certainly did! First you just looked at it. It wasn't erect and you thought it was funny yourself. You wondered what all the fuss was about. Then you wanted to touch it. And that's when it happened. It started to twitch and grow. You were fascinated."

"Uh huh. Shiela told me what happened to a man's s thing. His cock. She said it got big and stiff. She wouldn't tell me how she knew. But I never believed it could grow so big. And so fast. And so hard. Just like yours is doing now, ha ha."

"Yup. By the way was that Sheila from Marigold Lane?"

"Maybe. How'd you know?"

"Oh just wondering. She's a good girl. I like her. Anyway, then you wanted to hold my cock. Like you're doing now. Then to kiss it. Then suck it. You were starting to teach yourself what you needed to know. It was almost like your body knew what to do and you just had to let it happen. You were so proud. And I was proud of you. I showed you what a man liked then just went along for the ride."

"Mmmph. Slurp." Shit, she was good.

"Remember the first time I came in your mouth? You were so surprised. You didn't expect it and wanted to pull back, but you held on. Yes, I know I helped by holding the back of your head. But I didn't need to hold very tightly, just enough so you knew what I wanted and what to do. It's important to do what I want."

"And now I love it!"

"Yep, that's right! Mmmm. Your tongue is so soft. Yes. That's it. Work the hole. Now go deep. You loved pleasing me. You still do, don't you. Oh my God. You grew up so much in those months. All that practice really shows."

"Mmmph, slurp". Her head was bobbing up and down, my hand resting in her hair. Occasionally I'd push down for a few seconds to get her gag-reflex going. I like how her throat spasms massaged my cock-head. Glorious. She was fingering her clit and cunt, getting ready to cum.

"Remember when I showed you how to cum the first time? Yes, I know you told me you had tried by yourself before then. But you didn't know quite how to do it. Only that it felt good. But you knew there must to be more to it. And I showed you what it felt like when I rubbed your clit, and ran my fingers through your tight little slit. And rimmed your asshole. And stuck my fingers in your cunt and ass. You liked it all from the start, and then you couldn't get enough. You learned to do it by yourself. But you liked it more when I did it."

"Oh god, Daddy. It's fantastic what you could do to me. I never knew it would be so special. But you knew how to get me going. Where did you learn how to get a girl off?"

"Well that's another story. I'll tell you sometime."

"Oh yes please! I can't wait!"

"Anyway, that's when I got you our special cell phone and you could call me from work whenever you were horny Or I'd call you. Our special phone, just for us. Your pussy would even react when you heard the sound of the phone ringing. Your Pavlov pussy. Or I'd call you in the middle of the day when it was on vibrate and you'd get so wet so quickly. If I let it keep going you'd even cum. Right there. Serving a customer."

Her hand between her legs was flying.

"Oh shit, dad. I'm going to cum!"

"And you were just getting to know Rachel. She'd be watching you from across the shop. She'd see you shake and ask if you were ok. You told me all you could do was nod and say 'mmm'. She learned later what was happening, and then she ended up liking it too. No surprise. We know that now. But that's another story."

"Oh my god. Ahh..... Fuck.... Shit..."

I paused as she obviously wasn't focusing on what I was saying. But I reached down and squeezed her little breast, and kissed her as she came down. At first she was too far into her orgasm to respond, but she slowly started to give me tongue in return, and I knew she was coming back to the here and now.

"And remember last New Year's Eve?"

"Daddy! How could you ask! That was so special! I'll never ever forget!"

"You had a job and you'd grown into a sophisticated young woman. Well almost. Until we rang in the New Year. We kissed like no one was looking. The others just watched and gave us space. And after the party when everyone had gone, just you and me."

That night we had a bath together. We knew something special was happening. I washed her all over. Dried her. Carried her into her bedroom. This bedroom. This bed.

"That was when I ate you the first time. You thought it was going to be gross but you absolutely loved it."

"You most fucking did. And I most fucking did. I thought I wouldn't ever stop cuming."

"You were humping up at me like you had been doing it your whole life. You're so wet now remembering it. You're sopping. Here look at my fingers, they're soaked. Mmm. Sweet too."

"Anyway that night I pushed my cock inside you for the first time. You spread your legs. You couldn't lie still. You were humping for real. And you were so so tight. It didn't take long that first time to cum inside you. There must have been a pint of cum. And you couldn't stop cuming all the time I was fucking you."

"That's when I told you my new rule. You would never ever go to sleep again in this house without a sperming. And you never ever have!"

"Oh dad, that's it! That's what I've been missing at fucking college. A fucking. At college. I need your cock."

"Well now. Well said. And you're here. And ready. And you haven't had one for two months.

"You will sleep so well when we've finished, though I don't know what time that will be."

"Oh daddy. Yes."

She wanted to do it in my bed, but I told her, "No not tonight. I'll going to sperm you here in your bed. There's an important lesson to be reinforced. Tomorrow I'll fuck you in my bed. But tonight I'm doing it here in your own bed."

I like her tongue. It tastes of my pre-cum when she's been sucking me. I like sliding my tongue inside her mouth. It has become so familiar. Her breasts are small, firm and tight. Little acorn squashes. A lovely handful. I like nipping her nipples. They get so hard, and then while she's squirming I slide my tongue deep to the back of her throat. She can open wide. Deep enough for my tongue to reach the back. And my cock too.

My knee was now between her legs and against her sopping pussy. She could feel my hairy leg against her cunt, my cock and balls on her thigh, my big hairy chest against her breasts.

"Keep working that hand, Aly. Come on. Edge me."

As she does my hand slides down across her belly and cups her mound, my middle finger settling in her slit, all warm and wet and waiting to welcome me home. Her legs part. I thrust two fingers in and find her G spot.

"You've missed it these months at college. You've been a good girl there, keeping our phone with you always. I love making you cum whenever I want. Just like now."

"Unh... unh... unh!"

"You wish I wouldn't do it when you're with the boys? But thats the fun. I'm sure Rachel also gets wet now when she knows I'm calling. I've gotten her a phone. You'll take it to her. I'll be calling you both in future. Sometimes simultaneously. You'll cum at the same time. Maybe in class, or on a double date with your boyfriends."

"Oh fuck... mnnnph..."

"Next vacation come home together. We will start team training You two are going to work for me at college. Do you understand?"

"Yes Daddy." She was whispering.

"Louder!"

"Yes Daddy!"

"That's better. Good girl. You can come now."

"Oh.... fuuuuuck".

It was time.

Ok, on your back darling. Spread those legs. Arms up, around me, down to my ass. Help me in, thrusting into your cunt, your butt cheeks raised up off the sheet cupped in my two hands.

I love your ass. It has become familiar. You know how I always liked cupping your ass with one hand, my thumb nestled against your asshole and fingers tickling your cunt from behind, while my other hand works your slit and clit from the front.

It was always lovely, just lying here, fingering you. You'd soon be cuming like a train. The little engine that could. Then I'd climb aboard and ride you to the end of the line. I'd deliver that load of sperm into exactly where it belonged, against your cervix, inside your belly, where only I could go.

Sometimes you'd get a double load after we'd had a break Sort of like a rest at the station as we watched some home movies. Then the little engine would start up again. All aboard! And I'd deliver another load.

I am in you now to the cock root.

I'm holding my cock in you. Filling you completely. Still.

Stilling you.

You're feeling the pressure on your cunt walls, the stretch of your pussy lips around the shaft, the weight of ball sack with its heavy cum-load snug against your ass, my hairy chest and belly bearing you to the mattress.

All this fills your body, senses, mind. You know your place and service. You wait held beneath me until bid. I wait until you know you are waiting. Until you know you are being bid. Then I still wait. I am bidding you know that I am bidding you. That I am in charge.

This is stilling.

A most important discipline in bringing females to hand and in keeping them well under. I have made a study of the art, learning from others skilled and practiced as well as from my own experiments. I plan to write a manual one day, an account of the history, theory and practice of bringing the female to hand.

Of course you know your place. That I am in charge my darling. But sometimes it's less important that you know something and more important that you know I'm telling you to know it. That I am in charge.

Stilling is instilling knowledge. It comes from me and you receive it into you. Like my cock.

So. I wait. Instilling through my body resting on and in you knowledge beyond your knowing. You, your cunt, your self, is mine, are mine. Your ass, your throat, your thoughts, your cunt juice, your orgasms, even when I am absent, even when you are with other men. Even if and when you are married. You are mine. You are forever mine.

I am stilling you, I still you with my body and my will and my waiting. You look up into my eyes. I hold your gaze until I sense your assent. These two months of separation while you started college has set the trap and now it's sprung. You were lost before you went but didn't know it.

But now you do.

You moan. And I know you are now, in this very moment, accepting all this. To your depths. As my cock rides in you to its depth.

You are mine.

Now I set to work. Thrusting, slowly at first, building to a steady rhythm of mastering strokes. You feel each in-cock bottom out, molding your cunt to cock shape. To my cock shape. Your Daddy's cock shape. You feel each out-cock draw back. Inner pussy lips stretching around the shaft. Caressing the mastering shaft. I feel your cunt folds flexing to hold me tight. In and out and in and out. I am fucking you Aly.

You wait knowing the time I sperm you is not your time. The time I sperm will be the time I choose to sperm you. It is my sperm and the time is mine. You wait, rising to receive each inward thrust, hearing our squelch—mine and yours together. That's the sound that fills the room, the percussion to the melody of your mewling as you cum repeatedly.

Then my thrusts change of their own accord. They became short and sharp. My balls are preparing to deliver sperm gathered for you in anticipation of this your home coming, this your home cuming. You feel it impending. You lift your ass up off the bed. The better to grasp and pull in the cock.

My ball-sack till now was pendulously riding your ass crack with each inward thrust, informing directly your lower brain stem of what you are to receive. Now in preparation for release the balls ride high along the shaft, pulled in tight against that column, as if to ride it into you and down within your willing passage to deliver their load directly to your cervix. But that is not the way of shaft and balls. Instead tingles prime the balls then ripple rise along the shaft. The cock head slows to thrusting sperming speed. The focus of all my mind and will. Then spasms. Spasms into life. Spasms bringing life. Spasms delivering sperm. Daddy's sperm. Into my my Alesha, my Aly, my life, my womb.

Perhaps half an hour later I slowly slackly draw out. You are full. Pulpy to hand and cock. We have slept. I collapsed upon your breast. I am where I belong. You are where you belong. You have not moved since sperming.

One long last deep kiss. I stagger up. I draw the sheet up over you.

Welcome home. Good night. Sleep tight.

"Hello Aly. How's it going? I wasn't expecting you to call. I miss you."

"i'm well, Daddy. The reason I'm calling is I'm recruiting another Freshman. I think you'll like her. And she'll be good for your business. I'd like to bring her home for the holidays."

"Sure. You've developed a good head for business. What's her name?"

"Bella Jones."

"Great. Send her particulars. The usual. Social Security, address, birthday, social media accounts, etc. I'll do the research."

"They're on the way."

I set to work on the research. You can learn an awful lot about a person with the right contacts, enough money and a dark web. What I'm always after is a history of what they're up to in the shadows and a psychological profile. I have researchers online who can figure out all a person's darkest secrets from their internet search histories, browsing habits, downloads, and posts, particularly what they do when they think they're anonymous. We do this for the target female and all significant people in her life—father, mother, uncles, siblings, baby-sitters, and so on.

What I learned about Bella was most reassuring. She would turn eighteen just before the holidays. She was from a broken and dysfunctional family. Her dad, Johny, has a long standing incest letch. He is interested in Bella and keeps a number of special photos of her but has never tried anything. Too weak. Her mum, Jennifer, is alcoholic with a life-long lover on the side. Her father. Since early childhood Bella has never felt protected, safe or loved. Parents who can't face themselves and therefore can't face her. She herself has a barely suppressed incest and submissive letch. Always drawn to protective possessive father figures. Aly was right. She is ripe for the plucking.

I start to execute my moves.

I share with Aly what I've found and tell her to prime the pump. Show Bella pictures of me, tell her how powerful and protective I am, that I can be a rigid disciplinarian, but I'll protect her like my own, and so on. I also buy Bella a plane ticket. I want her conflicted even before she meets me—awkward but protected, independent but owned, special but bought, loved but under my control.

I prepare the bedroom next to mine. Feminine sheets and pillow cases. Family photos around the room. Photos of me and Aly. Of me and other young women. Cousins, nieces, and so on. In all of them I have my arms around them or theirs around me, and they are all looking up at me. Beside Bella's bed is an empty frame.

"Hi again. Have you two got your tickets? Great! You read Bella's file? Good. What's she like in person? Pretty, shy, fun when she gets going, eh? I can't wait to show her our family ways. I'll have her in the bedroom next to mine. I expect your support. See you Saturday."

I arrange a limo to pick them up at the airport on Saturday. More psychological priming.

***

"Hello girls. Drop your bags. Come and hug me Aly." She goes to put her bags in the corner.

"Now!", I snap, "Everything else can wait."

She drops the bags where she stands. She reaches up. Hands around my neck. My hands around her, one behind her head, the other to her ass. I pull her in.

"Mmm. Thats what I call a real kiss! I might not able to keep my hands off you till tonight. You too, eh? Don't hold back!"

I settle into a long deep kiss with my favorite daughter.

"Thats better! It's been too long since I held you. You've filled out, but not too much. Still barely a B cup. Is that a new perfume? Very sexy. It's turning me on already. Good tongue, sweety."

I've been watching Bella to see how she reacts. As predicted, but good to see my research confirmed. Aly and I have put Bella off balance, though she's obviously drawn to the warmth between me and my daughter, and the way I wrap Aly in my arms. Anyone who cares to look can see Bella needs male power and protection.

"Bella is this making you uncomfortable? I'm sorry. Perhaps you're not used to a family like this. But no worry, you're one of us now and I'll treat you just the same as Aly. I promise."

Her face is reddening. It's all such a shock. Right on plan. She has stepped back towards the door now closed behind her, and is biting her lower lip. Her eyes glisten. Conflicted. I've found her buttons and I'm tickling them. It's what I do in so many ways, but more of that later.

"Oh dear. What's the matter? Are you crying? No one's ever said that to you before? Or perhaps you're scared. I can see you're trembling, I must be such a shock. Well, here's a big hug just for you. No don't pull away. You'll get used to me. So snug! Your parents were always gone? You were lonely? Only child? They never hugged? Well we do! Right Ally?"

I fold Bella into my arms. She is tense, erect and rigid, like a bundle of uncooked spaghetti held between my circled thumb and pointer in the universal 'I'm OK, you're OK' sign. A nice tight fit. The right girth. Firm. If I treat her right, get her wet and bring her to a boil—just like spaghetti—she'll soften in good time, but until then I'll work her slowly and hope I break her just the right amount. She's speaking again, jabbering. She really is off balance. Good.

"You've always missed that closeness? That protection? You've never had it? Always wanted it? In that case you've certainly come to the right family. You two can be like sisters. I'll treat you like my daughter. I mean it. In every way. Aly don't giggle."

I'm still holding her, pretending to listen, but really assessing my new asset.

My right hand has dropped to her buttock. A nice squeeze. She starts to pull away again but I hold her tight and squeeze harder. Always set expectations from the start. Get a girl used to feeling uncomfortable. It's useful in so many ways—she learns to expect it, accepts snap changes, is reminded I'm in charge, and keeps her on her toes to be nice when I entice.

She settles back and yields to my bulk. I've broken a strand two in this brittle bundle in my arms, but even a broken strand is delicious when cooked and cocked.

"What's good for my Aly will be good for my Bella.

"That's actually a nice name. I'll call you Mybell. You'll like that." Yep, it's my decision, my dear.

"Um... yes... I think so..." Yes, you know so, my dear.

"And you'll follow all the same rules as Aly." Again setting expectations, and I squeeze her ass to underscore the point. "Aly its not funny! Do stop giggling. Oh don't worry Mybell, I'll teach you. We both will."

I swat Aly's ass with my other hand, hard enough to raise a yelp. Bella's eyes widen, but otherwise she controls herself.

"But for now I'm just going to hug you. Mmm. You feel nice too. Barely B cups just like Aly. Mmm. My favorite, with nice nipples. Two handfuls for two hands I always say. Lovely little nips. And I bet they'll stand obediently to attention. I'll see to them later. And a nice tight bum. Do you work out? Here let me feel, flex your glutes. Yeah they're strong. I'll make sure you're exercised well."

She's squirming in my hands, as I tell Aly "You're giggling again!"

This is all happening very fast for Bella, as planned. She has no time to understand what's happening. Understanding will come later tonight, and over the years. For now she is swept along by unfamiliar feelings, physically held tightly by a powerful male, controlling, caring, a protective father, lost in his masculine scent and hardness.

"Mr Worth, how big are you? You hug like a bear." is all she can think to ask. She's trying to regain control of the conversation.

"Oh, don't be shy. And Mr Worth is way too formal. I'll find a better name for you to call me later. Anyway, I guess I am. Hug like a bear? I guess I do. Hairy too. Two eighty pounds, six foot four, mostly muscle, I work out. Protective, provider, possessive, penis. The big four parental Ps."

I feel her tremble. Such a lovely frisson as her light frame fluttering fearfully against me. It foreshadows—for both of us—future trembling beneath me.

"You like that do you? I'm here to hold you and enfold you whenever you want. Or I want."

Another tremble, as I step back and fall silent to leave the statement hanging between us. She must note that I don't withdraw it. Her mind, heart and pulse are racing. Is it fear or excitement? Or both? In either case she likes it.

I hold her away from me, my large firm hands gripping her shoulders. I turn her slowly, looking closely at her, scanning down her body and then back up again, taking in her ass, hips, belly, breasts and her lovely face looking up at me.

"You and Aly could be twins. Same height, build, ass, breasts, hair."

I draw her back in and kiss her.

"Same kiss, same hands around my neck. Has Aly been teaching you how to kiss, Mybell? A little experimentation? Mmm i thought so. Your perfume will be the only way I tell you apart. This is definitely getting interesting. And we've got a whole month! A lot more if I play my cards right. Oops, I mean if we play our cards right."

I give a hard swat on her backside, and she starts to react, but I tighten my grip and say, "Oh, don't be such a little girl. Aly likes it, and you should too."

I let her go. I've prepared the ground and planted the seeds as I intend to go on.

***

"Ok enough of the formalities. Aly you get settled and into your home clothes. The black short skirt tonight with lace panties and low top."

Bella's eyes flicker at my tone and instruction to my daughter. But she accepts it. It must be normal for her new sister to be told what to wear and she somehow likes it. Good girl.

"Bella come with me. This is your room. It connects to my room through this door. Thats right, there is no lock. This way there's no misunderstanding that you're in my house and it's also more convenient. Oh that's to do with certain rules we have. For everyone. Yes including you, Mybell. You'll see soon enough. I'll fill you in tonight before you go to sleep. Your bed is very comfortable. For me too."

She looks around the room, examining each photo closely. She sees in each I am with a girl, or sometimes two or more. And I usually have my arm around them, or they have theirs through mine, or around my waist or neck. The are all professional portraits, obviously marking some important event. The girls are mostly in school uniforms.. She wants to ask about the empty frame but doesn't know how. Obviously it has some special meaning. Her female instincts are aroused. I imagine a sense of tingly foreboding spreading through her body. I smell the faint scent of arousal.

"The picture frame on the bedside table? Yes it's empty. There's a reason. I put it there for you. It will soon hold an important photo. You'll see."

Her eyes flicker to me and she squirms her legs. She's not sure whether to back away, or come close, or sit on the bed.

"Now show me your clothes. "

She opens her suitcase on the bed while I watch. I rummage through all her clothes.

"Mr. Worth, what are you doing? You can't do that! It's private." She moves in and goes to grab my arm, but I'm quicker than her, and bigger, and I grip her wrist.

"Never raise your hand to me, Bella," I say, and squeeze until she winces. "Do you understand me?"

"You're hurting me! Let me go!" Her voice has risen in pitch with the pain. "I don't like this game! What're you doing?"

"Life is not a game, my precious little flower," I say, "I'm always quite serious, as I am now. You'll come to know and like that, even love it. It'll be hard at first, but you'll get used to it and I'll help you. Besides, its my house my choice."

She winces again as I hold her gaze.

"Now, do you understand me?"

"Yes, Mr. Worth," she says, and I release her wrist and she rubs it. She pulls away and turns to the door.

"Miss Bella, my flower, you're not going to leave." I'm whisper, and move in front of the door.

Her eye's widen with fright and she backs against the wall. Her palms are open, facing back, pressed to the cool hard surface behind her back. Her eyes, dart left and right. I watch her for a minute then return to her suitcase.

"Mmm. We'll get you some new outfit's tomorrow. For now I think these jeans. Tight to show off your lovely ass. My you've got nice broad hips. Baby breeding ready. No need to blush. It's true. And this tank top. What undies do you have? Show me. Yes the pink satin with the bow will do. Nicely. I imagine they'll show above your jeans a bit.

"Come on. Come and get them."

I step back, thus making it a simple matter of fact that she should step forward.

She approaches the suitcase from the other side of the bed. She is so tense. Quite endearing. A little bundle of stiff, straight spaghetti—and like a bundle of spaghetti you should keep it firmly under control with a good tight grip until you get it in the pot. My cock is twitching.

She pulls out the clothes, then stops and looks at me. She's expecting me to leave.

"Now get changed. Yes now. What's the matter? Oh don't be silly, I like to watch. It's as simple as that. You will accept it in this house. One of the rules. Now hop to it before I do it myself."

"I can't do that. It's not proper, Mr Worth." She has backed against the wall, holding the clothes tight in front, protecting her.

"Yes you can and if you want it to be proper, then I'll say it is properly lovely for a girl of your charms to treat her host with respect. There, now it's proper. So do it."

She starts to bolt for the door, but I see her intention before she even leavs the wall, and I smack her on the thigh. Not hard but I make my point. She slides down the wall until she's sitting on the floor, her legs out straight, clothes in her lap, rubbing her leg, eyes glistening.

"Come on, flower. It's not that hard."

Finally, uncomfortably, sitting on the floor, like a little girl, she starts to pull off her clothes.

"That won't do," I tell her, and grab her by the arm and pull her up. She resists me and her arms and legs windmill for a minute. There's a crash as a picture falls. But finally I have her pinned, my bundle of spaghetti is under control again, with just a few new broken strands. She's crying but I shush her quietly until she stops and wipes her eyes.

"Here I'll show you,", and I kiss her kindly.

"Eighteen years old and still so innocent. Still not trained. Well, now is your first lesson," I say.

"Stand up! The rules are simple. First, when you bend over always face away from a man. It's an important discipline to learn. Unless he wants to see your boobs, in which case bend towards him. Sometimes you can combine the two by bending away and then half turning to look back at him.

I release her and, still shaking, she starts to undress. Her dress comes off and, in panties and bra, she bends down and away to remove her shoes and socks

"Yes that's it. Present both your ass to me. Now look back so I can see your tits at the same time. Very good! Now off with your panties. Bend forward again dear. All the way down. Mmm you've got a nice fur coming in. I'll decide later if that stays. And I think you're a little moist. Mmm yes you are, indeed. Slippery as a fresh clam I do believe. Yep. Yes you are, my little flower. You're already opening and coming on! All that fighting has warmed you up nicely.

"You'll soon be hot enough to cook spaghetti. Oh just a private joke. From brittle to soft, from tense to warm, wet and delicious. Perfect! You'll fit right in. As will I tonight. Just a figure of speech, darling."

I smack her ass. One firm smack, one surprised yelp, one mark spreading slowly. Otherwise neither of us moves for a minute, and the scene burns into her memory.

"Now put on your outfit, put your clothes away, and come downstairs." I turn on my heel and leave her red, trembling and soaking in her body's response.

***

Both girls have come downstairs. Quickly. Famished. Excited.

Bella is acting as if nothing has happened, which in a sense is true. She has simply arrived in my house and received her first instruction. Nothing to write home about.

"Girls I've got pizza for dinner. Nice and simple. And some wine. Oh don't be silly, you're big girls now and ready for big girl drinks. Bella you lay the table and Aly heat the pizza. I'll get the wine."

We eat hungrily through the first few slices, then slow down and start to talk. I quiz Mybell about her life. Of course I know all about it already, but I want her to open up. She talks about her lonely childhood, about how her father either ignored her or paid way too much attention. She talks of her absent mum. Of being an only child. She talks of her attempts to grow up, and finding life at college so difficult. She talks of boys.

"Mybell, have you ever had a boyfriend."

"I did once, but I'd rather not talk about it".

Her eyes started to redden, and I knew she was thinking of her so-called boyfriend John Mackie. She had never let him past first base. He was a footballer who wanted more so he cheated on her. It's all in the file. But she doesn't know I know.

"What happened? Did someone hurt you?"

"Yes. He's on the football team and is very popular. I thought we were in love and going steady. And then I heard him boasting about, um... er, making love to another girl."

"So he was fucking someone and cheating on you?"

"I guess so."

"Well, I always protect my family and you're in my house now and like another daughter. So I protect you. That's who I am. I protect my daughters. Aly, get my phone."

Aly knows the phone. She had long watched me running business operations on it, as I exposed her early on to the family practice and plan to bring her into it. Sometimes she even participates in certain transactions. She understands the importance of utterly clear, reliable and above all confidential and authoritative communications. She knows I make sure all parties I work with expect this from me, and I insist they provide the same in return. Expectations.

The phone—integrated with a secure private network—has carefully selected apps for encrypted text, voice and email, and for sending and receiving certain digital assets. Everyone I work with knows they are dealing confidentially with me and will act according to instruction.

Aly hops up and quietly brings the phone. I unlocked it and tell her to speed dial 36, which she does. When a man's voice answers I take the phone.

"Jack... Richard here... I've got a job for you... there's a certain footballer in a certain college who has hurt someone who is important to me... I want you to hurt him... nothing major but enough to make sure he gets the message... perhaps a simple fracture of the right forearm... enough to put him off the team for the rest of the year... and when you do it, just give him the message 'when you cheat on a girl you make their family angry'... make sure he repeats it back... I'll text you his name and particulars."

Both girls are looking at me. Mybell is open mouthed. I tell Mybell to go to the text app on the phone and type in the young man's name and college, then hit send.

The scent of arousal again. We all quietly breathe it in.

While looking straight at Mybell, I say, "Now I know what you will call me."

Looking me in the eye, she also knows.

"Yes Daddy."

"Good girl."

The rest of the meal follows in silence.

***

"Well we made short work of the pepperoni, but some cheese is left over for tomorrow. More wine Aly? There you go. You're used to it."

She sips her wine.

"Mybell? More wine. Just a little for you. I want you to have your wits about you for this evening. It's important you are fully aware for tonight's adventure. Oh you'll see. Just joining a new family is an adventure. Isn't it, my flower? And learning our ways. We've already started, haven't we? We'll start as soon as we've cleaned up."

We hurry through the dishes, and I say, "Now let's start".

"Mybell, I think you'll like the way we do things in this house. They'll be new and difficult at first, I know. How do I know? Well you've already shown me, when you were getting changed for me in your bedroom. We had a quite a struggle, didn't we?

"Oh and also Aly told me a little about you, and I searched the net for more information on you and your family. It's amazing what you can find. Oh don't worry, your story is safe with me, and I promise to help in any way I can. If you don't want to go home during holidays or after you graduate, which I could understand, you can stay with me as long as you want."

She starts to say something but I cut her off.

"Oh dear, you're still worried. Look, just have faith and learn our family ways. I know you haven't had enough cuddles and protection in your life from your family. You have a lot to learn in that department. Come here. On the couch. I know you need it."

I draw her down beside me.

"There, that's better isn't it. In closer. Head on my shoulder. That's right. You don't mind my hand there do you? It feels nice does it? Yes, it does. Alysha loves it too, don't you Aly? She learned to like it during her gap year before college. So you have a lot of catching up to do. But you'll get there."

She's tense again, but I keep caressing and feel her relax. I bring my other hand into play, and soon she's getting quite soft and pliant. And I'm sure she's getting wet and warm too.

Finally she sighs, and lets go fully, giving into my bulk beside her, my arm around her, my hands gently caressing.

"You have nice breasts. Mmmm. Your nips are swelling. Getting hard. Are they tingling? Yes, they'll do that when they're squeezed.

She jerks in my arms and is pushing me away, but I just tighten my grip and harden my voice, "You must learn! Now stop it."

She relaxes again, tentatively, and I pinch both nipples hard. She forgets to be tense and scared, and moans.

"What's that you said? Sometimes you'll find you just make inarticulate sounds, not words. Alysha loves it when that happens. Whether to her or me. That's right. Me too. We all make sounds without words when we'e happy. I think she'll like it when you make those happy sounds too. Oh dear there you go again. Did I do that? Right there? Like that? And again? Mybell is feeling good, isn't she!" She's squirming against me, lost, as nipples send zings directly to her clit.

She is already sliding over the edge, so I say, "Now you need to start learning to use your words. Do you like how your nipples and clit and pussy are feeling? Well tell me so I know. Use your words. And call me Daddy," and I tweak her nips again.

"Mmmm. I am feeling good. I like you holding my tits, and your fingers on my nipples. It makes my clit tingle. I'm all warm. Daddy. And, Daddy—I like saying that, I like being here."

"Good girl. Now I'm going to kiss you." I tip her head back, and breathe in the fresh scent of her exhaled breath—all pizza, innocence and promise.

"Use your tongue dear when I kiss you. Gross? No, it's really nice. Here, I'm going to run my tongue right into your mouth. Just keep your mouth wide open. I'm going to feel all around and as far back as I can with my tongue. I'll slide my tongue under and over yours. I might even reach your throat. You may not want it but I want it and that's what's important. And when you understand it's important to me then you'll like doing it for me. And then it'll be important to you, and you'll want it. Yes really want it."

She opens her mouth.

"No. Open really wide."

She obeys. I kiss her, and hold my lips to hers, and explore around the sweet sweet cavity. I am going to make such good use of this orifice. She tenses at the unfamiliar intrusion, but I probe and explore until I again feel her sag and relax and sigh in my arms.

I break my kiss and murmur between her parted panting lips, breathing a benediction between mine, "Wow, that was fantastic. You liked it did you? Want more? Do you want to try it too?"

She nods dreamily.

"Ok. Here goes. Aly you can you keep time with your phone so we can see how long Mybell can take my tongue. I'm going to go as deep as I can. And Mybell, if you start to gag just breathe through your nose. Here I come ready or not."

She does just that, and then starts to sputter. But I don't let her go until I'm ready.

"Daddy, you sucked my tongue!"

"Yes, that's right. I went deep and I sucked your tongue."

"But you didn't warn me!"

"No of course not. You're not going to get a warning every time I try something new. Unless I want. And I'll only want sometimes. But I did notice those funny noises you make got louder the more I sucked your tongue. So I know you really liked it. Aly how long did she moan for? Almost a minute? I'll bet she's getting wetter too. She was already wet before dinner. She tried to fight me off, but I checked. She liked fighting and me watching."

Mybelll looks from me to Aly and then back again at me. Slowly her eyes widen. Now she understands that Aly is somehow part of me. And now she also wants to be part of me. She reaches out a hand to Aly who takes it.

"I'm scared, Aly. I've never had sex before and I'm not ready. Daddy—your daddy—Mr. Worth—is so big. Why did I come. I'm not ready for this!" She's trembling.

But nothing she says has interrupted Aly and me in what we're doing. She is being prepared by Aly and her Daddy. Her nipples are erect and the scent of female arousal strong.

I sit up and help Mybell move.

She's trembling so much it's almost violent. I feel her trying to collect herself, to push back, to fight, to regain control. Weakly she raises her hands to my biceps and tries to push me away. But its too late, and I grasp her wrists lovingly and lower them to her sides. She doesn't resist.

***

"Mybell lie down on the couch now. That's it, on your back, nice and flat. Don't cross your arms or hands. Keep them at your sides. Now off with this tank top. Aly you kneel here and keep her mouth occupied. Lots of tongue. It's important she not speak. No protest, no whining, no thinking, no thoughts. She must just receive and feel.

I fall silent, my voice and mind are quiet as I work Mybell. I cup her breasts. Two hands, two breasts. My fingers hold her nips, brush gently, squeeze and tweak. Then working each in turn I introduce my innocent Mybell—for that she is—to my sucking lips that pull her nipples into my warm wet mouth where suction holds them to my tongue which flicks and licks the buds. Her intermittent wordless moans increase amid the quiet suck and gentle kiss-kiss sound of Aly's lips on hers. I sense Mybell's mouth held open to Aly's mastering, and held also by Mybell's own willing or rather her un-willing.

It is seldom realized how powerful a force a subject's unwillingness is when harnessed to a mastering will. An experienced master leads a subject through unwillingness in order to invert her to willingness when he thinks the best gain is to be had. This can be done in a moment by an expert, and now this happens to Mybell. The first of many such moments in her coming education.

I sense Aly sucking Bella's tongue so deep it starts to hurt. She works her suction upon the naive responding tongue within. As Mybell's tongue yields, Mybell's mind and body yield too, and then without a thought she over-tips to participation. Her tongue now responds to Aly's tongue. Quivers, palpitates. The tip now participates as do her nipple tips below where I draw her on. My lips, her nips, Aly's tongue. All Mybel's tips. And her clit dancing between her legs

Mybell's mind has become a mist. And from this mist in an instant's change, her unwilling becomes her willing. Her resistance becomes compliance. Compliance becomes accomplice. Which turns her into mistress. Her tongue sucked insistently by Aly in and out has discovered the hurtful pleasure with each stroke and now responds. Participates. Wanting. Wanton. Will abandoned. Unwilling become willing.

It is time.

I stand and move without delay. Unbutton Bella's jeans. Practiced fingers. Pull down and off with one swift swish of denim on young and virgin skin. Pink panties dislodge and lie askew, disclose light fur, bedewed and blushing cunt lips, which lie without a care. Bella tries to yelp but Aly at that moment with female timing draws Bella's tongue throat deep.

Bella finding herself voiceless tries to cross her hands across her pubes. I smack her hands. A light touch would suffice but she must learn who her master is and I strike hard. Red streaks. She understands she must not resist. Not because I could be gentle but because I would demand it. I pull her pink panties down and off and raise them to breathe deep the musk of female lubrication which they carry. My judgement is confirmed. She has slid past the edge to mating fever and is lost.

"Ok, Bella, spread your legs. You hesitate. Next time I will not tell you twice. Spread."

Yes, your legs, your lovely long and supple legs which will henceforth often wrap around me.

I palm your cunt and mound. Just because I want to. You should not protest. What did you expect? My middle finger settles in your slit, slicks down and under and teases at your cunt. I press within. You are virgin as I expect. I press the hymen sufficiently to make you flinch. It is important that you clearly know I will soon take you by force. I wish you to be unwilling. It is in the plan.

While cupping mound and slit and cunt, I work my thumb upon your clit. Your hips thrust up towards the thrill, your flat broad baby-ready belly hollows, your hips scoop up and forward to capture the shaft your seeking cunt desires.

Now remaining preparation will not take long. I tweak your clit. One, two, three. You moan and buck again. Four, five, six. My cunt juice covered thumb slicks and brings it seeking out from hood. You moan and stiffen. Your pelvis tilts up and seeks you know not what. Seven, eight, nine. And before the thumb strikes ten your legs fly out, your eyes roll back, your cunt seeks solace by clamping hard the missing shaft your body's wanting there, and you cum. Hard. As you never have. Your world explodes.

This first time will be straight and forward, to coin a phrase. There is time for figuration, education of this maiden in many future takings. She has much to learn and will so do in the coming months and years she decorates my house.

I reach down and pass both arms beneath Mybell, one about her shoulders, the other at her knees. I carry her to my bedroom then to her room adjacent. She watches all the way.

It is important she be bedded first in her own bed. For she must ever be reminded when she lies abed that her first mastering was wherein she lies in her own and private space. She must always remember this fundamental truth as she drifts off to sleep, and as her sleepy eyes blink open in the middle of the night, or in the morning.

"Aly pull down the sheet. I'll lay Bella here. Kiss Bella, Aly. Deep within. Take her tongue as deeply as I will, presently and long. Now leave us and wait for me in my bed."

My foresight in limiting Mybell's wine now comes to purpose, for she is stone cold sober as she lies before me. Prepared. Presented.

I remove my trousers. Fold and lay them on the chair. Then shirt and shoes and socks. All neatly laid. Then lastly undershorts. My cock is at fine stand. It is a rare pleasure to induct a virgin to her place. My cock is well tutored, practiced, disciplined to task. Bella eye's the instrument before her. She is fearful and unwilling of this final act but I know this too will turn to willing with very few thrusts within.

"Mybell. Now listen well. A central rule arising from the primacy of the male of this house is that every female must never go to sleep unspermed. Tonight is the first for you. You will have many firsts at my command, but this is your first and foremost induction into this family practice. You are honored."

I mount the bed, I lie between her legs, I place my cock at entrance to her virgin cunt, I push. There is no preparation. The act lies bare. Bereft of decoration.

Her legs rise and part instinctually, spread wide at hip, bend back at knee. She knows not yet that already she is done. I press forward and meet her hymen. I pause and hold her gaze to mine. She must witness this my entry into her body and her mind. For a moment I grasp one hip to firmly hold her for what is next. Then ensuring her gaze is held to mine I push steadily forward then thrust suddenly. I am in. She is virgin tight. She must see. I bid her look down then up to me. I pause and hold her gaze, willing her to unwillingness. She cries in pain but steadies to my gaze as I press inexorably in. Her cunt walls part before my cock-head, then ripple along advancing shaft. Her protest turned to parting.

She cums. I pause. She moans and thrashes. Her first cum on an embedded shaft.

Cock root now settles down against her mound, the cock plum nestled deep within and just below her cervix. Ball sack hangs down her ass and speaks of sperm to her lower brain. She has no words, but feels wordlessly her impending siring. I settle my two hands to either side of her upon the bed and supporting myself look down.

Throughout I never let her gaze dislodge. She is aware of one thing only, this male lodged firm within her mind and body.

I hold her thus for many minutes, root deep, pubic bone to pubic bone, ball-sack full and ready. I am stilling her to knowledge that this is her place. When I see first acceptance then assent pass across her eyes I still longer wait. Because I simply can. And because her training thus is important to her future service.

Then settling firmly to her belly chest and breast I commence to thrust. I have no concern for her. Only for my purpose. I enter slowly then retreat. I repeat at my pleasure and my pace. I bottom out each time. I hold her gaze throughout.

As I fuck her, I bid her note the bedroom, my clothes beside her bed, the pictures on the wall, the picture frame beside the bed that also needs a filling.

"Mybell, that frame will soon bear a portrait of the two of us that bids all viewers, 'See Bella and her father who sperms her every night before she sleeps'."

This image now is in her mind. She cannot yet speak of it. She does not yet know her unconscious mind's eye has filled the frame with such an image. Tomorrow we will fill the frame, as I fill now her cunt, with a photo that confirms this moment in her cunt and in her bed.

With that thought-seed now planted firmly in her head I draw back her gaze from frame to me, and settle to the final task. I speed and speed as she cums each time higher, and finally reach the short sharp thrusts that presage the first spurts. I slow and pause, half within, bidden by male instinct to position my cock-head best for her seeding.

Then my sperm ascends the shaft and erupts into her vestibule deep within. I lay the pool around the cervix. My mind is centered on the act. Mybell's first sperming is committed. She is well and truly done.

I collapse upon my Mybell, I willing her, she willing now, pressed beneath me where she belongs. Henceforth she will believe that she always has belonged here, mastered by all rights.

***

After half an hour I rise, withdraw, draw up the sheet, and tell her to drift off with picture frame at bedside firm in view. That picture which now she clearly sees in her mind's eye will soon gaze back at her each morning and each night. Father daughter in embrace. This is now her sperming bed, though I may attend to her elsewhere at my pleasure as I choose.

"Good night, Mybell. Welcome to the family. I'll turn the light out and leave the door open to my bedroom. As I've said, it's more convenient."

Mybell murmurs, "G'night, Daddy." Her eyelids drift down and she is silent.

***

"Hi Aly, how are you doing. I know you're still awake. We'll need to run the flag up the mast again before we can properly say goodnight. Let's watch the home movies we made when Rachel came for the weekend. I'm sure that will get me ready.

"I'll sperm you in my bed tonight." "Uhh... mmm... deeper... oh Aly... what a lovely way to wake up... uhh fuck... here it comes.... shit.... Jesus... here you go... your first breakfast."

She swallows all.

"Thank you daughter. Well done. Clean me up and then let's get this show on the road."

I open my eyes. She's licking her lips and smiling.

"The whole shaft... easy on the cock-head... still a little tender from last night."

She is quickly done. Well trained and practiced.

"Done... get dressed... your old school uniform... from high school senior year...

"...yes I know it's Sunday but I want you in uniform. Mybell will be in uniform too.

"Hop to it!" and I swat her rump.

I walk into Mybell's room, my cock still turgid and swinging heavily.

"Mybell. Bella. Daughter. Time to wake. I know you're tired. An exhausting night. You could sleep all day. But you have to get up. We've got things to do. Here, let's see if this'll wake you."

I kiss her deeply and she responds with enthusiasm. She is no longer pretending to be asleep.

"Yep with a little tongue too. Good girl. You've remembered from last night. God you're a fast learner."

She smiles with pride. And Daddy's attention.

"My new daughter," I say.

She sighs.

"Hmm... l'll say that again."

"My new daughter."

She sighs again and moves sensuously beneath the sheet. She needs to understand her body, so I oblige.

"Mybell, notice each time I say 'my daughter' your body responds. You reach toward me, lift your eyes, smile, bend to me. Your body is speaking your mind. You need me to be your Daddy. And you need to be my daughter.

"... honey, that's a statement not a question... no need to answer.

"See... your nips are up... and I expect you're getting wet."

She moans and lifts her arms to me. I grasp her wrists and push them to her sides.

"Enough for now. Up and shower. Do your teeth. Get dressed. It doesn't matter what you wear. You're getting your school uniform today.

"Just like Aly's. And I'll tell you when to wear it. Just like Aly."

Today is Sunday but I know the man who supplies uniforms to Aly's old school. He breaks even on official business but has a good side hustle selling uniforms to any man who has the letch.

***

"Ok girls... breakfast's served... Aly mind your uniform... Bella sit up straight and mind your dad... yes it's a new feeling and you can't stop smiling... yes I love that you're here too... ok, one more hug and kiss...

"Now you really have to eat."

They hurry through breakfast, clear the table, and do the dishes. Excited. Giggling. Like little girls.

"Ok, we're out the door, girls. Hop in the car. You're looking quite delicious".

A nice matched pair.

They jump into the car and can't stop squirming. Their voices rise in pitch. They cling to each other. They bump up and down in their seats. I'm pleased how they're regressing to girlish behavior in their excitement and anticipation. And my cock is pleased too, at the sight of their bouncing bums. Ideas form for later.

***

"We've arrived. This is it."

Private clients go round the back and we do so. The door opens, we slip in, it closes behind us.

"Hi Nigel, I'm glad you could fit me in on such short notice. This is Bella who I told you about. Bella say hello to Mr. Tupper. He's going to help you today. And he'll be in your life in other ways in future too."

"Hello Mr. Tupper. I'm pleased to meet you", and she giggles again.

"Not as pleased as I am to meet you, young lass." He's a big jovial bloke who loves his job.

"Nigel can you set Bella up just like Alysha? Pleated school skirt. Blouse. Bra. Knickers. Socks and shoes.

"Yes I know they'll look even more like twins. That's the whole idea."

His eye twinkle again. Yes, a lovely bloke.

"It will be my pleasure," and he gave a hearty laugh.

"Mybell is now my daughter. Like Aly's twin. They already look the same and they must dress the same when I choose to play."

"Congratulations, Richard. When was the happy occasion?"

"Yesterday. We sealed the deal at bedtime."

"You didn't waste any time."

"Get the poker in while the fire's hot, I always say."

"Do you think you'll need any assistance keeping the fires well stoked? Now that you'll be keeping two going? Could I help?"

"That can be arranged. We've known each other a long time. Perhaps next week? Particularly with Bella. Never too early for a new daughter to learn her family duties. She's a quick learner but still has much to learn."

"Glad to help. Now, how many outfits would you like?"

"I'll take four, but double up on the knickers. They get messy fairly frequently."

Twenty minutes later Mybell is modeling her new outfit for me.

"Wow, Mybell you look stunning... turn around... lift you skirt... bend... present... hold.".

I run my hand down her ass and through her butt-crack to her warm moist crotch. I press into her pussy and feel it pulse.

"Now turn to the front... lift your skirt... spread... present... hold... good girl.

I run my hand inside her knickers and cup her mound. Yep. Already wet.

"Ok, Aly go stand beside Mybell.

"Now girls... both together... skirts up... spread... present... turn... bend... lift... now back again. Good girls.

"You really are two peas in a pod. Aly, kiss your new sister... yes a bit of tongue... good.

"Mybell you now look like who you really are. Aly's sister and my daughter. Say thank you to Mr Tupper."

Nigel is rubbing his crotch.

Aly reaches up on tip-toes and gives Nigel a kiss. "Thank you Mr. Tupper. I really like my new outfit."

"Nigel I can't thank you enough."

I'm not sure he heard me.

"Ok girls next stop Ellie and Jimmy Jissle's Family Photo Shop."

We let ourselves out.

***

Half an hour later we are in Jimmy's studio. I've known him all my life. He brought Ellie into his business as an intern after they had became acquainted—shall we say—a few years before. It was during a session shoot he did for me and Ellie. Now they have a great partnership built on shared interests.

"Hello Jimmy, old cock. How's it hanging? And hello Ellie. Long time since I had the pleasure. I still enjoy our videos."

Ellie gives me a big smooch and massages my crotch, while I squeeze her tits. Old friends.

"Girls go with Ellie. Aly and Ellie are old girlfriends, Bella. You'll see their induction videos. Just follow them and they'll show you the ropes."

I take Ellie aside and tell her, "Mybell needs a little education. A little opening up. If you'd open her in the next hour, that would be a great help. I plan to fill her in the studio, and I'd like her ready then."

"Off you go now girls", and they disappear into the backroom.

Jimmy poured us both a shot of scotch, and we settle in two broad armchairs.

"Jimmy I'd like three sets of eight-by-tens.

"First this thumb-drive has a video I recorded last night. Could you pull some stills that show Mybell and me at our best. Ideally, catch us at the precise moment I cum in her. It was her first Daddy sperming and I'd like a nice clear print of her special moment, under me, gazing up, fully aware, full of cock, and receiving my seed."

"Second, when they come back I'll fuck her here in the studio. I want her freshly fucked with witnesses she knows—that'll be you, Ellie and Aly—so she is freshly owned, mounted and spermed for the last step."

"For that, I'll get her back in uniform and groomed so anyone else will think she's a virgin who's never been touched. Which she was until yesterday. Only she and I and you our witnesses will know that she has my fresh sperm inside her puffy pussy lips and swollen cunt. Then you'll take our formal father-daughter photo. The knowledge that she has been claimed by her father and is carrying his seed inside her at that very moment will be in her eyes. For all the world to see."

He grunts. Good man.

"Now mate, let's have a beer while Ellie and Aly are getting Mybell warmed up with your induction collection."

For the next hour we shoot the shit over old times. We have played and worked and run various operations together for a long time. We know each other's itches, and share many.

***

"Ok girls, welcome back. Did you have a good time Mybell? You seem quiet. A little flushed. Did they show you Ellie's portfolio? You saw both Ellie and Aly in the induction videos? And me? I'm glad you saw those. You're part of the family now. You'll take part in future too." I leave her no time to answer.

She is struggling to absorb all she has seen and heard. Off balance. Good.

"Ok. Now we're all going to the back studio. Just through here, Jimmy, if I remember. Good. I see the bed is still in place. Center of the room. As always, ready should a new inductee find her way to your Aladdin's cave. I'll bet its got you and Elie a bit of coin. Not to mention side benefits!"

"Mybell. Get undressed."

Although she's still dazed from Aly and Ellie's ministrations, she has enough frontal temporal lobe action going to be shocked.

"What..!?" she gasps, "Why? What's going on?"

"Mybell, I didn't ask for a debate, I simply told you to get undressed. It's a simple instruction."

"I... I... I can't. Maybe with Aly, but not with Ellie or Mr Jissle watching!"

"Well, my girl, it's a good thing they are here because I may need there help in making sure you do as you're told."

The other's have all moves closer, and although Mybell tries to escape between them, they quickly catch and hold her.

"Daddy, what's going on?" she asks plaintively. She's trembling as I take her in my hands.

"My flower, my Bella, Mybell, don't be frightened. These are my friends and we won't hurt you. Just do what I say."

After all the events of yesterday and today, Aly and Ellie's attention in the backroom this past hour, and now her shock and fear, her adrenaline and other hormones are pumping nicely. It is a pleasant turn of events that I have not expected. We all smell the aphrodisiac scent of arousal and fear, power and pleading, strength and submission. I'm as hard as a rock, and I'm sure Jimmy is too. Hell, Ellie and Aly must have lovely wet wide-ons.

I unzip my self and release my cock. It is pointing straight up at Mybelll at 45 degrees. I stroke it gently. When I let go it keeps its position and its eye on Mybell.

"Mybell," I say. It's a simple statement.

She knows she's lost, and is glad she's lost, and moves with purpose—my purpose not her own.

Methodically, reverentially, she takes off her new school uniform and strips completely.

"Thank you.", I say, "Now fold your new uniform outfit neatly. Put it on that chair. Drape the skirt over the back, and put the blouse, knickers and bra on top. Jimmy will make sure they show to best effect in the background of the photo. He's an old hand at that."

She does so.

"Now up on the bed girl, while I strip for action. My clothes will be with yours. Yours and mine on those two chairs. Neatly folded. Beside the bed. Just like at home."

She does so.

I am soon stripped, with my cock at full mast, ready to give her fatherly attention.

"Now, you need a sperming, girl. I know you're a bit sore from last night. But you're definitely wet. See my finger slides right up inside today."

Her eyes widen.

"Lovely. Your hymen's gone. It's now mine", as I introduce a second finger. "This is called finger fucking.".

The sound of squelching. She tries to say something.

"...what's that?... you saw some in the movies?... yes, that's right.. and you saw me doing it to both Aly and Ellie?... no wonder you're wet my darling."

She is now mewling and humping in rising mating fever.

"Now, you're cooking with gas... bucking big-time... kiss me, girl... yes, the others are going to watch... spread your legs."

I climb aboard with little fanfare. I'll take my time with future fucking, starting tonight. But for now I just need to dump a load in her while she cums around my shaft and milks it to last drop. It's a large load. Building all day.

I kneel between her legs and lean forward along her belly. She looks into my eyes. My good girl. In early training and already looking to her sire's lead. My left hand holds her wrists together on the mattress above her head. My right hand has not stopped. She lifts her cunt to my opening fingers, her clit to my working thumb. Now she's bucking really hard.

I remove my hand. She mewls. I lower my weight on her soft belly and small breasts. She accepts readily her sire's weight. My hard cock finds itself in the pocket between her pussy lips and just behind her pelvis. I push, she grunts. I enter her. Her legs fly out and back, bending at the knee, then wrap around my waist. A single thrust. I slide full length up inside my darling daughter.

"Daughter, look at me. Don't look away. Think only of me. Feel only my cock inside you. Know the weight of my hairy chest holding you down, my balls nestled in your ass, my cock inside you to the root.

"Yes, Daddy," she whispers.

"Good girl."

I waste no time. I work my cock and feel her cervix dip to meet the glans. The thrusts soon have her mounting. She cums and I pause as her cunt pulses down upon my shaft. She is a natural. As her cuming starts to ease I start up again. Just a few more strokes and she feels my mounting pleasure which brings her on to cum again. I pause and swell in her, then pulse and deliver sperm directly to her cervix. At this she cums a third time. Her spasmed cunt clasps my spurting cock and draws out the last seed to fill her well.

"Ok girl. Time for reflection later. Now up and get dressed in your school uniform. Then hair and a little makeup. You must look virgin. Even though my semen is dripping out of you."

She does so.

There is an admiring intake of breath from the audience. I could almost imagine a smattering of applause. They watch and admire her obedience. She knows her role.

"Perfect, my girl. Now stand beside me here. My arm around your shoulder. Paternal and protective. Look forward my girl, into the camera. Now look up at me. Now look at me while I look forward. Click away Jimmy Jissle. Do your photo magic. Capture these moments."

We lean into each other, she still warm and soft and wet from sex, and I still firm and long and riding a testosterone high. Jimmy mastered his craft for times just like this, when his subjects are lost in each other's bodies. Working quickly while the fire is still hot he captures our daddy-daughter moments, fleeting micro expressions, body postures, glances, upraised eyes, the sense of my claim on her heavy in the room.

Now I can relax. The girls disappear to the backroom again—Ellie and Aly attending to Mybell slumped between them—while Jimmy goes to make the prints.

Finally we are done.

"Thank you for a wonderful afternoon Jimmy. The prints are perfect. Now it's getting dark and I must take my girls home."

"You're very welcome, mate! I enjoyed it. Let's get together. Something tells me you'll need an extra hand, and cock."

"Next week, Jimmy. Call and we'll set it up. Nigel is coming too. Like old times. Ciao."

***

We stop at Daddy's Family Spread for dinner on the way home. A familiar haunt that Aly and I know well. A light supper and a glass or two of wine for two exhausted girls.

The usual assembly of fathers and daughters are here for their Sunday dates. A little relaxation before they bless their family homes. Some daughters are yet innocent but loosening as we watch. Others are long bedded and well in training. One daddy and his daughter are fellow back door clients at Jimmy Jissle's Family Photo. We assess each other's cunt property and exchange approving glances. He clearly relishes my two, and I his Daddy's one and only.

We take a booth and slide in together on the same bench. Mybell to my left, Aly to my right. In the trusting and familiar warmth of this understanding family restaurant, I slide my hands beneath the table and rest each in comfort on my daughters' two warm pussies. We sit close and they each lower a hand to hold me closer still, parting slightly their thighs to let my fingers slide in, then closing legs again around Daddy's working finger tips.

We order and wait, in no particular hurry to interrupt our play. Other fathers and daughters play at their own tables, betrayed only by an occasional twitch or murmur, or a slight moan sometimes stifled.

Dinner comes. We eat silently. I eat with just my fork, right handed, with Aly leaning into my right shoulder. Mybell eats as best she can, but I make her keep her free hand above the table while my left plays her cunt. Our thoughts are cast an hour ahead, and a bottle of white between us warms the blood and loosens thoughts. Then up and out the door, embracing tightly.

Each daughter an arm around my waist, each her head upon my shoulder, my two arms about their waists, with two thumbs upraised and tweaking matching breasts. I breathe in two perfumes, the only thing that sets them now apart. The two scents play and mingle in my mind.

***

We drive into the garage and close the door behind us.

"Ok girls. Into my bedroom. Don't undress yet."

I go pee and return. I undress and they fold my clothes, each pausing to hold garments to her cheek. I lie on the bed, cock upright. They know what to do. They stand beside me in their uniforms. In unison they raise their skirts and present. Front then rear. I suspect Mybell has been practicing under Aly's leadership. Aly will make a good trainer.

Then Aly reaches for my cock while Mybell french kisses me.

When I am ready Aly stands and goes to her room, and there she bends at the waist over the side of her bed. She rests on outstretched arms. Waiting. Mybell and I follow. I stand behind Aly, raise her pleated skirt along her back, and draw down her knickers. Mybell is on her belly on Aly's bed and facing her, the better to observe her face before, my face above, her mounting, and my thrusting. A ballet and symphony, of movement, sound and scent, thrust and parry, moan and response.

I enter Aly's vagina from behind. It's a familiar home for my cock. I ease in and set to work preparing her for seeding. As I do, my new daughter of instinct presses forward and french kisses Aly. Each can see in the other's eyes the pleasure of their Daddy sperming Aly. I loose within my Aly and she receives her nightly sperm. As I do, Mybell of instinct sucks on Aly's tongue and holds it firmly while Aly cums.

Her sperming done, Aly hops into bed where Mybell and I, one each side, bend down, kiss her cheeks, and say good night.

***

Mybell and I to her bed repair. I'm drained and must revive before I can serve Mybell her due. The photos she has brought from Jimmy's studio will well serve that purpose for me tonight.

I lie upon her bed, her daughter bed, and watch. She collects the photos from the kitchen, and returns holding them tightly to her breast. Ecstatic pleasure in her eyes. She never wants to let them go and her smile says it all.

She lays three photos on the bed. The first is of her first seeding just last night in this very bed, which Jimmy printed from the HD video that I made of the occasion. The second is of her sperming this afternoon before witnesses and Jimmy's one-eyed camera taking it all in. The third is the formal father-daughter portrait of her with her new Daddy. She and I, my large imposing maleness, her nubile presence, my arm about her shoulder, her eyes lifted lovingly to me, as I look to the viewer. Strong.

Innocence. Father loving Daughter. Daughter loving Daddy. But unknown to anyone but them his sperm is leaking from her cunt. If you look closely a single vanguard drop runs down her inner thigh below her pleated skirt. She and I alone know this drop's significance and source. Where naïve viewers will see only a photo blemish she and I and others of our secret guild will always know it is my seed and seals our secret bond

She takes the picture of her first father-daughter seeding and places it face up upon the bed beside me. Then the photo of her studio seeding today she lays face up upon the first. Finally the formal father-daughter photo she lays face up upon the first two.

This triptych sandwich of incest intimacy she places in the frame and snaps the back in place. Secret layers of incest now lie beneath our formal public pose. An icon of our secret life. Understood by those who know us.

And also understood by those who follow the same urge and practice, and who thereby have a second-sight for recognizing others in the incest tribe. This is called incest-insight, in the broader family—the instinct by which those with similar incest interests detect the same in others.

She kisses the finished picture frame and puts it on her bedside table. It will be fully in her vision whenever she turns her head upon her pillow. She will see it as she is fucked. Or drifts to sleep. Or when she's woken for my pleasure again at midnight. Or when her eyes draw gently open in the morning, perhaps to my insistent calling of her name and fingering of her cunt.

Handling these lovely portraits has now rekindled her desire for a sire-mounting. And her desire and my need to breed have restored my ability to sire-mount her.

"Into bed, girl."

***

She undresses. Folds her new school skirt and places it on the chair beside the bed. Blouse, bra, shoes and socks follow, and finally knickers still moist from her midday fucking crown the pile.

She hurries to my bedroom and returns with my folded clothes. Folded trousers, shirt, shoes and socks. She places them upon the second chair. Next to hers. My underpants placed on top to match her knickers on her chair, just like in Jimmy's photo of her midday fucking. Her memory is triggered.

Then she climbs beneath the sheet, naked for me.

Her eyes rest on the chairs, then her daddy daughter portrait. All layers are plain and known in this moment. This moment of her questing. Her questing for a powerful male protector and possessor. Her questing for her place beside, beneath, pinned down, below his pall, under his thrall. Her questing for a sire-mounting.

I turn off the light. A remaining glow from her princess light plugged beside the bed will soon light her face softly beneath my bulk. I slide under the sheet. Take her in my arms. She snuggles. Wraps in close. Arms about my bear chest. Legs about my thick thighs, heavy waist, turgid cock. Her lips to my throat below my jaw. She purrs.

"Daddy."

My entire life is in this moment.

This house is prepared for procreation. A place to bring my girls for seeding. Bedrooms arranged for easy access when the urge and letch raise cock and need. Unlocked doors, strategic cameras, video recorders, screens. My plan and purpose always to bring them here.

This home, this mind, this body are prepared for procreation. Home and purpose to hold and body to seed my girls. Broad chest, thick legs, thick arms, man hair. Arms to hold them. Hands to pull their backsides in. Lips and tongue to take possession. The will to restrain them under me as I enter.

My cock is prepared for procreation. Placed for easy access to a cunt. Length and girth and stiffness to open, penetrate, reach deep to cervix. Hairy pelvis bone to press and thrum a clit. Shaft to work the cunt and draw out remorseless cums. Glans to nestle in and deliver semen to the cervix cup which then will dip and sup.

Thus my girls are fucked and fecund at all three levels. In my house, and home and under me.

"Mybel on your back... spread your legs... hmm... you're responding to my fingers... they're deep aren't they?... you are so very wet... plenty of juice to spread around... here's some for your clit...

"...oh dear, don't hump so much... discipline, girl!... here's some for your ass...

"...oh dear, there you go again... discipline, girl!... I'll finger fuck your ass...

"...I do enjoy a double finger fuck... a finger in each hole... a first for you?... but not the last... no definitely not the last, my darling."

I lean forward and my cock-head nestles in her parted lips, slides down her slot, engages in her cunt dimple. So welcoming. I slide in an inch. Her eyes are locked on mine. I slide another inch. Her pussy lips stretch round my girth and compress my shaft. Now her pussy truly cups my purple cock-head.

"Eyes on me girl. Discipline to your Daddy. Know that I am in you. You are now mine forever."

I start to work you. I shaft you strongly. I prepare your cunt. As your mind is locked to mine, your body must be locked to mine. Owned by my cock. Part of my cock. Willed to my cock. Dance of my cock. Now responding to my cock's insistence that it cum.

Your cunt is clasping. My god that's good. And now you're in full cum, rhythmically squeezing my cock as it works inside you. You are where I want you. I move to short sharp thrusts as your cunt cums non-stop around my shaft.

I lower my body onto you, my arms around, my hairy chest pressed to your tits and nips, my lips on yours, your mouth open wide under mine, your tongue sucked deep back to my throat and held firm as my cock shuttles in your parted legs. Our belly's slide against each other, your hollowed belly and upthrust mound cupped around my man belly. My hands holds your ass to me. You grunt with each thrust, and moan between.

Your body is now ready to receive and you cum in anticipation. I hold while you clamp my pulsing cock, and I am there, at deepest, spurting semen to your cervix cup.

***

And as I do I don't know whether I am seeding Aly or Mybel. They are merged beneath me. Both clamping on my cock. Both receiving seed for their cervix's to sup. Both moaning as I swallow deep their tongues. Both clinging to my barrel chest where they belong. Both perfumes merged, Mybell's scent bound to Aly, Aly's scent to Mybell.

"Mybell" escapes my lips and then "my Aly". I call Mybell. I call my Aly. Then Mybell. And each time I speak either name I feel Mybell's cunt clasp more strongly to my spurting cock. Her body is responding, mounting till she's cuming without stopping.

Last spurt delivered, well milked, I moan "My god, Mybelll, my Aly. You are mine."

I am done.

I rest a while. Still inside her. Mybell pressed below my sated belly. She says nothing, just casts her eye from me to the portrait framed beside her bed and back again. A tear forms in her eye. She is home. She knows it, and I know she knows, and she knows I know she knows.

"Welcome home my daughter. You are well bred."

She reaches down and cups my balls.

"Thank you, Daddy."

"I'll sleep here. Good night lass."

***

Dreaming.

Two faces, mouths, tongues. Two pairs of eyes look up into my own. Merging. Two bodies beautiful. Four breasts. Caressing me. Four hands. Playing round my cock and balls. Two perfumes swamp my senses. A perfume. Is that you? Another. Whose is that? And now those perfumes intermingle into one.

Mybell? My Aly? My Daughter!

What a lovely way to wake up.

Oh Mybell deeper... I feel your throat close over the glans... oh my Aly you lick my balls so well... yes they're now tight along the shaft... they are ready... uhh... fuck... here it comes....

"...shit.... Jesus... here you go... your first breakfast."

Two reverential daughters smile at me. One opens her mouth to show.

"Thank you daughters... well done.... clean me up... the whole shaft... easy on the cock-head... still a little tender from last night.

"Now let's back to bed. We're all exhausted."